Today, I woke up at 8.30 Tokyo time. Thankfully, we didn't go to the seafood market at 3am to catch the market action. We took a train to the seafood market. We went there the last time but went again to eat there. We went to this shop that sold sushi with those raw seafood things on top. I tried to ignore the dead toppings and decided to try 2 of what I thought were the most harmless sushis. The first was this one with raw fish egg. I t tasted so different from the ones in Singapore. It tasted so fishy and smelt fishy as well. There was this slimy taste that lingered in my mouth and I couldn't bear to swallow it. But I eventually did. I thought that was the fish egg's fault and decided to try raw prawn next. I thought it would taste close to the normal version but it had this gooey effect, and not to mention, there was wasabe hidden in it. So I had a hard time chewing it into swallowable portions while trying to survive without having to activate a fire truck.
After roaming around for a while more, we took a train to Ginza. It's like the orchard road of Singapore. Mom just reminded me she bought some stockings there and commented on my poor memory. While she was busy shopping, dad, jean and I sat at a corner and waited. Then, jean and I initiated a game of UNO with dad. I won and Jean and dad never got to finish because they took a very very long time. Well, at least dad learnt something new today.
Then, we walked to the Imperial Palace. We could only stay at the outside. It's only open to visitor a few days a year. After that, we walked to a train station and went to Asakusa (I can never remember this name. I tried to memorise the spelling but got it wrong when I decided to double check with mom) This place is also a shopping district. We walked and walked and walked. Now, what did we do? (Now - I asked my mom for inspiration and she must be thinking her poor daughter is catching up with her age) Ah, now, we walked around the small shops and tried different types of food. We also bought some stuff. It was also realised that we tend to attract crowds to wherever we are. 4 people stopping at a particular spot is enough to attract about 5 more. Dad was saying the shops should have given us commission. Haven't tried the pointing at something prank yet. By theory, passers by /should/ have the urge to look up.
Then, we ate dinner and went to a grocery store. We bought some food to bring back for breakfast tomorrow, as well as fruit. Then, we saw some relatively cheap ice cream and decided to buy some. At first, we wanted the mini-tub type, but then we realised we didn't have any spoons, and the store didn't sell any. So, Jean and I decided on a wafer one instead while mom and dad took a green tea cup of ice ream. Dad said he bought the ice cream before and so he was quite sure there would be a spoon inside to facilitate eating. So, e went out and started our dessert. While we were opening up our packages, suddenly, there was a state of panic. Dad discovered that there was no spoon inside. The ice cream was going to melt, but maybe not as fast since the temperature was about 12 degrees. We all decided it was a major problem and started looking for a 100yen shop (S$1.50). Well, in the end, we managed to find one. Dad went in to search while the rest of us kept the ice creams company. I was thinking my parents would probably have to end up using some funny plastic structure to eat. Thankfully, dad found a packet of forks. Ah well, it's not a traditional way of eating it but anyway, good enough since most of the ice cream was not Green tea soup yet.
After that, we lugged the stuff home. After carrying my bag to walk around, 10 hours, 1 carton of orange juice and 2 packets of milk, my shoulders couldn't move up. It feel so stiff now..
Then, took a shower, and went over to my parents' room to use the laptop (yes, under parental supervivion). It'ss 12.30am (tokyo time) now. So good morning tokyo, good night singapore.
tomorrow's itenary:
not confirmed yet. dad is still reading the map.. but night activity is confirmed - computer time.
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